"I just heard Monroe talking to Bianca. Girl—it's all her fault. She was calling Boss's wife instigating the whole thing. She was the one who told her about Boss and Gianna."
My blood ran cold as I froze in place. "What?"
"Yep. I heard the whole thing. She's here." Her voice dropped. "Let me know what you need and I got your back."
"I'm on my way," I said before hanging up.
For a second, I just stood there breathing hard. Then rage exploded through me.
That bitch.
THAT bitch.
My best friend almost died over some jealous shit!
I snatched my keys off the dresser and stormed toward the door grabbing my purse.
Then I paused.
No.
I wasn't going over there emotional. I inhaled slowly forcing myself to calm down.
Monroe didn't deserve my emotions. She deserved this ass beating cold and calculated.
By the time I pulled up to Siren House, the rage inside me had settled into calmness.
A couple of girls looked at me as I passed. Wisdom caught my eye near the bar giving me the slightest nod.
Madam's office door was cracked open. I knocked once before pushing inside.
She looked up. Her sharp eyes narrowed slightly, taking me in. "Ronnie—?"
I closed the door behind me. "We got a problem."
That got her full attention. I quickly told her everything. About Wisdom overhearing Monroe. About the calls to Eva. Monroe admitting she started the shit. By the time I was finished, Madam had gone completely silent.
She leaned back slowly in her chair. "Stupid bitch," she muttered finally.
"Gianna almost died behind this shit," I said tightly. "Boss is dead. Blogs are spreading rumors about Siren House. And I know you don’t do messy shit."
Madam's jaw flexed once. "I don't."
The silence stretched.
I stepped closer to the desk. "Then let me clean it up. Give me ten minutes outside," I said evenly. "Uninterrupted."
Madam studied my face carefully. Finally, she nodded once. "Keep it quiet," she said calmly. "Take her out back. We have clients."
A slow smile spread across my face. "Understood."
I walked out and headed towards the bar to wait for her to make an appearance in between clients. I sat calmly andeveryone gave me space. Finally, I heard her annoying ass laugh as she walked her client to the exit.
Standing slowly, I walked out. When she turned around, I was right behind her. She jumped at first in surprise. But then that bitchy, condescending look crossed her face.
She looked me up and down. "I thought you left."
I stared at her for a second before I spoke, "Meet me out back."